for this bonus round, the theme is competition! pretty open-ended, prompts that are about some sort of competition! this round will end on july 31st!
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FILL: TEAM CATRADORA
Date: 2024-07-31 04:39 pm (UTC)Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
Ship: Adora/Catra
(I kind of combined this with your other prompt, forced to compete, because they worked so well together)
By the time Catra's turn comes up, Adora's swaying on her feet. Catra thinks Adora was right to say what she said - Adora can take every last one of these idiots - but as good as she is, sparring everyone in the class back-to-back isn't something any of them trained to do.
Adora swipes at the corner of her mouth, too fast for Catra to confirm that she was catching blood. She has the hard mechanical look in her eyes, the one that means that she's going to plow through whatever stands between her and victory, whether or not she'll be able to move afterwards. It's part of why Adora's the strongest cadet in their unit. It's also why Catra's scraped her off the locker room floor more times than she cares to count.
"Next," the instructor says, sounding bored with his own punishment. Adora rolls her shoulder and gives the smallest frown when she sees it's Catra, the way she does every time they're pit against each other, apologizing for winning before the first punch is thrown.
It's infuriating that Adora still thinks that she can beat Catra when she's clearly favoring her left side. It's breathtaking too.
Catra makes it quick. Adora's focused on guarding the broken ribs or whatever the hell is wrong on her bad side, so Catra goes for the spot on Adora's calf that Lonnie hit two matches ago. The way the leg buckles confirms that it's bruised or worse. Once Adora's down, Catra pins her while avoiding as many injuries as she can, and Adora's struggling is too exhausted to get out.
"Cool it," Catra mutters under the instructor's count, as Adora tries to twist out and winces hard at whatever that does to her side. "How long did you want to spend with the medics?"
Adora's teeth show blood-streaked in her grimace. Her breath comes quick and shallow. "You just want to win."
This isn't a victory, and it's just like Adora to consider it one. "I want you to get up tomorrow," Catra snaps. The ten seconds are almost up. Adora's sweaty skin burns to the touch. Catra can pretend that her heart rate jumps from physical effort.
The instant the instructor calls the match, Catra lets up, and Adora fights to sit up. "I'll take her to medical," Catra says, and no one argues.
That evening, Adora picks at her bandages and says, "I'll fight the rest of them tomorrow."
"I heard the medics tell you light duty," Catra says immediately. "I'll take you down again. I know your weakness, dummy."
Adora's mouth twitches. "Yeah?" Her eyes are alive now. "And what's that?"
Catra swallows, looks away. "Your giant stupid forehead," she says, mouth dry. "Obviously."
Adora laughs, and that's a better victory than Catra's ever found on the mat.
FILL: TEAM CATRADORA
Date: 2024-07-31 04:48 pm (UTC)Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
Ship: Adora/Catra
(they're playing goalball, which is a sport for Paralympians in the VI class [visual impairment]. I've been to matches and love it but never actually played myself, [nor do I play... any sport] and I didn't have time to do the level of research I would typically have done for something this specific, so that's my disclaimer vis a vis representation of goalball here.)
Adora's been dreading this match ever since they landed.
"You're at a massive advantage," Coach tells her while her eyes are patched. Usually, the shift from light and shadow into solid darkness helps Adora focus, get into the zone. Today she's too busy thinking about the first game they'd ever won, when Catra helped her peel the eyeshades off because her hands were shaking too hard. We're going to conquer the world doing this, Catra had said, victory and glee in her voice, and at seventeen, Adora could only think about how much she wanted to kiss her.
"Grayskull," Coach says, always able to tell when Adora's attention wanders.
Adora fidgets with her elbow pad. "It's been three years since I've played with them."
"I've been watching them all season. Whoever their center is, they're playing the same game they always have." Coach finishes taping her right eye and raps the goal for Adora to anchor on. "You know that team inside and out, but they don't know what you've learned from us. Capitalize on that."
On the court, fingers braced on the raised line, Adora isn't as sure anymore. She can't hear the voice she's expecting, but the refs haven't called for quiet in the stadium yet, so she doesn't know what's being lost in the sea of noise. The horn goes, and silence falls, and Adora listens.
As soon as the ball chimes, Adora knows who's thrown it. Light footsteps on the run up, ball skipping fast and loud down the court, like it's announcing that Catra's here. Adora barely snags it before it goes past, heavy rubber hitting her arm hard.
Every time the Horde has the serve, it's the same, and it's almost always coming for Adora. The refs take a safety time out after less than ten minutes to mop the sweat off the court, and Adora feels like it has to be all hers.
"I know you defected," Glimmer says, "but I didn't know they wanted to kill you."
Adora grimaces. "One of them does."
A couple balls get past Adora's teammates, so she should be grateful when she takes the third hit directly to the stomach. She's not. She has the textured ball in her hands, goalposts firm against her back, and she's supposed to serve back the way she's trained - strategic, targeted, going for the weaker left wing.
This throw has all the fire she has behind it, all of the frustration and anger and desperation. Adora tried to bring Catra with her, but she wouldn't go. Catra still hates her. Nothing Adora says or does or wants matters, and Adora's angriest at herself for not being able to learn that.
The ball bounces loud, and the whistle blows when it goes out of bounds. When Coach calls time to ask her what the hell she thinks she's doing, Adora doesn't have a good answer. Across the court, over the music and the crowd murmuring and the cleaners' shoes squeaking on the floor, Catra's laugh rings out, clearer than bells.
FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-31 10:55 pm (UTC)Foolishly, perhaps, Winter runs.
Her feet catch on sticks and run slickly through mud, her hair spills out of its ponytail and hangs loose around her neck. She doesn’t look behind her; she doesn’t know where Cinder is, and she doesn’t care. Her body slams into a tree trunk more than once, sleep deprivation and desperation steering her off course without her permission. She just — keeps getting dizzier.
She’s not going to win this. She’s not going to be able to shift in time. Overhead, the moon glints smugly at her, hanging low and waning in the sky. She ran far too late, and now she’s going to die.
Behind her, the forest creaks in the wind. Winter tries to listen — really, she does; her senses have yet to fail her — but blind panic leaks into her muscles, spurs her onwards. Cinder could be anywhere. Cinder could be right behind her, silver-tipped blade driving towards her throat —
Something under her foot slips. Winter trips, stumbles, lands on her face in the mud. Rain patters softly on the back of her head as though mocking her, rattles through her body in time with footsteps she can feel echoing along the floor beside her.
Shit, she thinks, shit.
A hand grabs the back of her shirt, yanks her upright. Winter spits out mud and glares up at Cinder as she tilts her head back, inspecting her. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t move. Just studies her like she’s trying to gauge a price.
She spits out another mouthful of dirt. “How much?”
Cinder’s eyes narrow. For a moment, the only sound is the rain and Winter’s laboured breathing, and then her mouth curls into a sneer. “Not very much at all, my love.”
Fine. So be it. Winter pushes her chin up, baring her throat. “At least make it quick, then.”
Her mouth twists again, cruel and sharp. Winter looks away. “That’s not what’s going to happen here. I’m taking you back.”
“Torture won’t work on me,” she says automatically. “I’m a wolf, remember? We don’t talk. We won’t talk. You can’t get us. You can’t —”
The grip on the back of her shirt lets up. Winter has to scrabble to catch herself against the ground; Cinder rises to her feet, face disappearing into rain and the haze filling Winter’s vision. “I’m not going to do anything with you. I’m just — not letting you leave.”
“You’re kidnapping me? How is that any better?”
“It’s better,” and here her voice dips dangerously low, “because I’m going to clean you up and send you back to your family, and normally I don’t make a habit of sparing pretty girls with tragic backstories.”
FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-31 11:12 pm (UTC)Cinder corners her in the garden, under the hanging lights and the thick gold glow of the sunset. They slot perfectly against each other in the shadow of the wall, tucked out of sight, out of mind. It’s safe; it’s quiet.
She’s not wearing her usual robes today — just dress pants and a black shirt. She looks like a commoner, like a horse rider, and it’s apt, Winter supposes; Cinder has always insisted she was much more suited for a simpler life. She presses WInter up against the wall and says as such, tells her they should run away together, tells her she loves her.
She always does the same thing before a duel. Winter tangles her fingers in her hair and lets herself indulge in the simplicity of it all, the daydream Cinder spins against her lips. It’s a nice idea, really. But this isn’t what the duels are for. “Well,” she says, “I’ll have to see.”
Cinder sighs, tugs her in by her hips. “Let me guess. If you lose the duel, you’ll think about it. If Weiss suddenly spontaneously explodes —”
“Which she won’t,” Winter says firmly.
“ — which she won’t, you’ll think about it. If the world collapses inwards and we all tumble into infinite nothingness, you might be tempted to —”
“Shut up,” she mutters, kissing her again. Cinder obediently falls silent.
FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-31 11:23 pm (UTC)@ cinderfall: all i’m saying is i think it’d be advantageous if we set up our tables together
yk, corner the market and such
besides, you have a huge audience thanks to your brother
and i can help you break even
@ w.schnee.art: No, thanks
I value my craft.
@ cinderfall: oh my g-d schnee
how many times
it’s for the good of us both
@ w.schnee.art: I’m failing to see how this arrangement would benefit me in any way.
@ cinderfall: well you have social anxiety don’t you
@ w.schnee.art: And autism, and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and depression, yes. Anything else?
@ cinderfall: exactly
i don’t
ik how much you hate working fairs
despite how much demand there is and how you’re soooo overworked and soooo wanted everywhere
so like
i help you sell, you sit in the back and fiddle w the packaging, win win
@ w.schnee.art: So, what? You expect me to contact the organiser on your behalf and ask if you can tag along?
@ cinderfall: exactly that yes
i can set up my stall next to yours and we’ll push them together
@ w.schnee.art: No offence, but I don’t think horror-themed crochet exactly fits the demographic I tend to reach.
@ cinderfall: oh girl you have no idea
lotta freaks in your rabid fanbase
@ w.schnee.art: First of all, I do not have a fanbase.
Secondly, even if I did, I like to think they wouldn’t be as intensely parasocial as you make them out to be.
@ cinderfall: you being weird isnt enough of a deterrent
hence the offer im making you
so?
@ w.schnee.art: So, what?
@ cinderfall: awww i can email oz for you if it’s too scary
@ w.schnee.art: Don’t threaten me with a good time.
FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-31 11:48 pm (UTC)The marriage proposal is a small affair, so of course Cinder has to go and outdo it the next week. They’re sitting together on the couch — Cinder’s legs draped across Winter’s lap, Winter’s laptop balanced on Cinder’s knees — when she suddenly rises to her feet and crosses the room to the door, forcing Winter to sprawl weirdly to give her room to get up.
“What are you doing?” she thinks to ask, rapidly clicking backspace on the email she accidentally half-assed, too distracted by Cinder’s hands on her thigh to really get very far with it.
Cinder turns to look at her, mouth twisted up into a weird half-smirk, and opens the door.
About forty balloons spill inwards, accompanied by a very put-out-looking Ruby, and fill the top of the room. Winter’s jaw drops; a mixture of horror and strange delight, assumedly.
Her smirk widens into a full-on smile. “Happy one week anniversary.”
//
It takes a while for the balloons to deflate.
“She outdid me,” Winter says into her phone, pacing through the field in the middle of their living room, “for our one week anniversary, Weiss. One week!”
Weiss snorts. “Sounds urgent.”
“I need to upstage her,” she announces, and Weiss splutters out a laugh, “and I need to do it efficiently and immediately.”
“And why is that?”
“Because —” She pauses in her pacing, swats a pink balloon out of her way as she searches for words. Weiss’s laughter continues on the other end of the line. “Because I need to prove I care just as much as she does.”
“That’s not how logic works,” Weiss sing-songs. “That’s why she got those balloons for you in the first place, obviously.”
//
It is, in fact, how logic works. Winter buys Cinder a car for their one month engagement anniversary and announces smugly to Weiss, “She liked it. Task achieved.”
Weiss sighs heavily. “If she didn’t think you loved her she wouldn’t have asked you to marry her.”
“Yes, but it’s nice to have physical evidence, isn’t it?”
She sighs again, louder. “Can’t argue with that logic, I guess.”
“You can’t.” Winter smiles in her reflection in the car window, aware it makes her look probably a little too pleased with herself. “I’m taking her on a date this afternoon, as well.”
//
She uses the opportunity to propose in return. Cinder stares in awe at the ring on her finger for the whole car ride back.
//
“I’ll get you back,” she murmurs against Winter’s skin. “G-ddamn, I’ll get you back, I swear.”
“Mm,” Winter says noncommittally. “After we sleep.”
Cinder yawns, stretching her neck back. “After we sleep.”
FILL: TEAM KITTYURI
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FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
Date: 2024-08-01 12:43 am (UTC)Disclaimer: Any and all similarities between my girlfriend and me playing MarioKart are completely coincidental.
Ema grumbled, glaring at the screen. She practiced, she practiced every day for two weeks. She knew Kay would suggest they play Mario Kart, Kay loved Mario Kart, and Ema had a nostalgic fondness for the game too. Back when she was younger, she would beg Lana to play with her. Back when she was younger, she would also always win. Now though, she never saw the gold trophy when playing with Kay. At first Ema decided it was because of the different levels, she loved Double Dash for the GameCube and very few were ported from that game to the MarioKart 8. Which was fine, she would practice and learn the courses. She would figure out the perfect combo of character and cart. She would show Kay that she’s a worthy opponent. For the last two weeks, she tasted victory. First place after first place, she was ready to face her. So when Kay suggested they play together, Ema was ready.
Or so she thought. Somehow instead of tasting victory, she was currently in 6th place. The last race she barely squeaked by getting fourth. These are flukes right? Ema had been getting first, maybe she wasn’t good enough to beat Kay yet, but she should at least be in second or maybe even third. How was she currently on the last lap and in 6th place.
“Woo!” Kay exclaimed as she passed the finish line and her character, Rosalina, celebrated winning.
Ema gritted her teeth and concentrated harder. Come on, she could do it. Just pass Donkey Kong and…she got 6th. Throwing her controller on the couch, Ema crossed her arms and leaned back. How? She practiced and yet she was still…Kay had to be cheating.
“You’re cheating” Ema huffed.
“Of course not!” Kay said defensively as she clicked to start the next race. “You just had really bad luck at the end of the second lap with all those red shells.”
Ema pouted but shook it off and held down the A button to rev up the engine before the countdown ended. Taking a calming breath she focused as the countdown ended and she flew into fourth place. Okay okay, not too bad. Taking a corner, she was able to get into third place, rushing into an item box and getting a red shell. Lucky, second place, Toad, had a jump coming up and Ema was able to time the red shell throw so it hit Toad while he was in the air. Finishing the first lap, she was in second place. Not bad, not bad. Maybe it was just bad luck on the first two races, now she could redeem herself. Leaning forward, Ema focused just as a red shell hit her character and caused her to spin. Back to fourth place. Seriously how! Panicked, she tried to catch up and ran into a banana peel. Pushing her back to eighth place. No! Glaring at Kay's side of the screen, she saw she was still in first. It was unfair, why did Ema get all the bad luck? Ema kept glaring at Kay’s screen, Kay was almost done! No, Ema could accept defeat but she couldn’t let Kay win, not again, not when Ema had to fight so hard to stay in eighth and Kay seemed to be gliding without any obstacles in first. It was time Ema gave Kay an obstacle.
Without think Ema grabbed Kay’s scarf and pulled. She only meant to startle her focus, but the force led Kay to fall towards Ema and lock her in a kiss. Not intended, but Ema would not complain, especially once she realized Kay was actually kissing her and not just limply letting their lips touch. Ema kissed back, closing her eyes. This distraction was much better than anticipated.
“Haha! Winner!” Rosalina’s voice broke the silence. Ema whipped her head from Kays and towards the TV to Rosalina celebrating first place yet again. Kay had still won. Standing up, Ema glared at Kay as Ema’s character cried about getting 12th place, aka last.
“HOW” was all Ema could get out.
Kay looked sheepish and shrugged. “Muscle memory?”
Ema crossed her arms at that response. Yeah right. Turning around, she was ready to leave when Kay grabbed her hand.
“If you want, we could call it quits and not do the last race,” Ema turned around and looked at their linked hands.
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind doing more of…” Kay trailed off but her grin spoke volumes on what she meant. Relaxing back into the couch, Ema leaned forward to kiss Kay again.
“Maybe I could be convinced” Ema whispered as the two forgot the game and instead focused on each other.
“I was going to win anyways,” Kay said between kisses. Ema pulled back at that and grabbed a controller. Getting out of the current set of races she was doing she flung Kay’s controller at her.
“Rematch now” Ema declared. Kay pouted but complained. After all, how could she ever say no to the one she loved?
FILL: Team Transformers
Date: 2024-08-01 02:14 am (UTC)Pairing: One-sided Airachnid/Arcee
WC: 261
The return-from-commercials title card for Cybertron’s Prime Single appears and then fades out. The exit testimonial of a cut contestant begins. She is front-centre, with a small graphic displaying on the bottom left of the frame reading “AIRACHNID” in the first row, and “ELIMINATED” in smaller text in the second row.
She’s making a mistake, but really, when has Arcee ever had taste? We all know I was invited for the show as someone who’s known Arcee before, and let me tell you, dating Tailgate was certainly a mistake, though she’ll never admit it.
Cut to a reply from the previous episode, where Airachnid is having a conversation with another contestant, Nightbird, in the common room of the show’s cast house.
So what if I killed Tailgate? She’ll get over it. I was doing her a favour; he was only dating her cause he’d crashed and burned with Cyclonus.
In the replay, Nightbird doesn’t give Airachnid a response other than a pointed look.
Cut back to Airachnid’s goodbye testimonial.
She calls it “unprovoked murder,” I call it “efficiency.” She would have wasted so much time on that loser. You should be happy, or you wouldn’t have her on your show here either.
Airachnid waves a hand at the screen before smiling with teeth directly at the camera.
Well, if anything, you could have me back as the Single for next season.
An end card flashes across the screen reading: We at Cybertron’s Prime Single do not condone murder. An investigation has been opened and is on-going.
FILL: TEAM KITTYURI
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